Arcata glances at Bastian, looking away from the spectacle herself.
"That's much too far away for my spells to sense, 'last lion.'" She spoke the last teasingly, with a grin. Her youth, sometimes hard to detect in her demeanor, surfaced in that mischeivous grin and reminded him of just how young she was. How young they all were.
"It's elves, I expect. Or maybe even fey. We can investigate the ruins once we're secure in the keep."
She said it without pause or wryness; though it was hard to tell if she spoke so casually of retaking the keep out of confidence they were up to the task, or ignorance of hard it would be with these untried soldiers who lacked any kind of siege works.
"Even so, I suppose it couldn't hurt to see if anything magical was gathering among us," Arcata finished, and with a murmured word and a twist of her fingers just so, her eyes filmed over with a dim blue glow, though only for a moment.
She nodded to Bastian and began walking slowly through the camp, stopping occasionally to pirouette around in a circle.
(OOC - Scanning with Detect Magic. She checks a 360 degree circle, and if nothing pings, she moves 120' and does another 360' scan.)